Work had been a bear. The new branch manager who took over at the first of the year had been a micro-managing asshole, delegating every possible task onto me & other department managers. Home provided a refuge from the hectic, harried, stressful work environment, but needed release was far too infrequent & very brief when it did take place.
With the economy slowly recovering, at least apparently so, I was inundated with calls from trucking company & steamship line salespeople looking for business. Ranging from email and cold calls to letters and appointments made, I was in the habit of politely declining the opportunity to hear about their wonderful service. Well, most of the time, at least.
There was an attractive salesperson for one of the trucking companies that I never minded meeting with, although it never resulted in additional business for her company. She was tall, around 5'8", with brown-blonde hair, and a killer smile. Her legs were long too; an added bonus.
One day, mid-morning, while digging through my usual onslaught of email, I came across a message from this salesperson, let's call her Julie, which had no subject line. My eyes are always drawn to messages with no subject, because it is as if something is missing in the list of messages. I skipped other messages to read this one, though I was expecting just another message about meeting to discuss business opportunities. Yet, when I opened the message, I found something slightly different.
I don't know who the message was intended for, but it immediately grabbed my attention. I hadn't noticed before opening it that it had an attachment, though I was soon to be glad it did.
The text of the message read:
"I can't wait to feel your hard cock pump inside me again, filling my pussy with all that wonderful hot cum of yours. I want your cum all over me, on my face, my tits, my ass, my feet, my fingers, everywhere until I'm soaked. Look at the pic I sent, lover, and you'll know how I want you."
I felt my trousers tent, as I hurried to open the picture attached. There was the woman I knew only on a professional basis, spread-eagle on a bed, with a dildo in her ass, and two fingers spreading her cunt lips, while her middle finger fucker herself. I thought I was going to blow my load right there.
This extremely pleasant surprise made me incredibly horny, but also brought to me a dilemma. God, how I wanted to respond to her, but I didn't want to piss her off. I wanted some of her. It was obvious that she hadn't intentionally sent the message to me, so how could I tell her how much I enjoyed her message & picture without putting her off completely?
After quickly making my way to the men's room to jerk off while thinking of the message & picture, I felt I had no choice but to tell her what I thought of what she sent. I found her business card, picked up the phone, and called her to tell her that we were having some serious problems with some shipments that her company was handling for us, and I needed to sit down to discuss the problem that day. Perhaps a bit underhanded, but I had to think of something to get her near me. I suggested that we meet at a nearby cafe for lunch so we could both kill two birds with one stone. She agreed, and within a half-an-hour, I was out the door for what I hoped would be a very fruitful rendezvous.
